Storm brewing stirs up
leaves and horses
scattering where they don’t belong
We go out, armed for our work
always the same
with rakes and reins
Gather them home
Storm brewing stirs up
leaves and horses
scattering where they don’t belong
We go out, armed for our work
always the same
with rakes and reins
Gather them home
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
